Chapter 951: Layers of Mist

Yunruo Valley lay tranquil and hushed. Snowflakes and peach blossoms were scattered on the ground, and Frank Yale was still asleep there. His sleep was anything but peaceful. His face had gone pale; cold sweat dotted his brow. Agony tightened his face and made his body tremble, as if he were caught in a nightmare that refused to let go. "When the Heavenly Demon clashes with the Seven Fiends, that's when the immortals go to war against heaven!" Suddenly, the voice sounded in his ear again. It twisted...